Chapter 389 389-The Furious Duke
Initially suppressing his anger, the Duke erupted in fury upon hearing those words.
He lunged at Nora, attempting to strangle her.
Nora and the other two managed to subdue the Duke of Savoy together.
The Duke's castle guards, who had hurried over, were also intimidated and dared not enter the room.
Under Laurent's directive gaze, they hesitantly held their weapons but retreated from the room.
The Duke cursed, "I've provided for you for so many years, bestowed upon you many benefits, yet you stand by and watch me struggle within my own castle without offering aid!"
"Cowards! Timid souls!"
Portia responded, "Duke, even your guards see the situation more clearly than you do. Don't you think it's time for some reflection?"
The Duke spat disdainfully, "Hmph, reflect on what? To learn from them and surrender obediently?"
Nora, maintaining a distance from the Duke, tried to stand tall, showing no fear.
"Duke, I understand why you harbor such resentment towards me."
"It's simply because after I became Emperor, you were declared war upon, and I did not come to your aid."
"But there were reasons for that... I was not yet firmly established when you were plotted against. I had to make a choice to maintain the stability of the nation..."
The Duke struggled more fiercely, retorting, "Nonsense! You weren't firmly established? If that was the case, then why did you end up giving the entire Oungria region to that Howard lad?"
"What's so great about Howard? If it came to distributing Oungria, why couldn't I have received a part?"
"I too shed blood for you in battle, nearly didn't dodge a lance from the Castile troops, almost bleeding out on the spot."
"Why don't you care about me? Why only Howard?"
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Nora turned her head away.
"What are you talking about? Howard is a married man, why would I have feelings for him?"
The Duke's eyes reddened with fury, shouting, "You just won't admit it!"
Seeing the situation unfold, Laurent felt it was time to intervene, speaking earnestly to the Duke, "My dear Duke, we're both seasoned politicians. Not every decision or choice should be seen through the lens of personal emotions."
"Although I was in the Fran Kingdom at the time, I too heard about the war for the crown that engulfed the continent. My investigations afterward revealed that the coalition of nobles you were part of didn't fare well against the Castile troops, did it?"
The Duke stubbornly admitted, "Indeed, it didn't start well, with continuous defeats. But what does that have to do with the rewards that followed?"
Laurent slowly explained, "From what I understand, it was Count Resarite, under Howard's command, who rallied the noble coalition in the mountains and struck a decisive blow against the Castile forces, thereby averting a crisis for the throne."
The Duke spoke less vehemently but still showed some disagreement, "That's because Resarite is capable. What does it have to do with that seventeen or eighteen-year-old Howard lad..."
As the Duke's struggle lessened, Laurent sensed a shift in his attitude, and with a tone of significance, he said, "Since you acknowledge the battle was won by Lord Resarite, then Howard, as Resarite's feudal lord, also deserves credit, doesn't he?"
"Alright, let's have a look."
As the map unfolded, the Porlia Kingdom remained the Porlia Kingdom, and the Westia Kingdom remained the Westia Kingdom.
However, the territories of the Fran Kingdom and even Provence had gradually changed.
The Northern Empire's domains had completely collapsed, now fully annexed by the Oli Kingdom.
Both men waited for the other to speak, but after a silence lasting five or six seconds, they exchanged looks, inadvertently revealing awkward expressions.
Edward was the first to break the silence, saying, "Since both you and I are terribly afraid of the Oli Kingdom, perhaps we should just surrender as well."
The Governor of Milan was stunned, not expecting Edward to speak of surrender after such a long wait.
The very next second, the Governor immediately retorted, "If you want to surrender, go ahead, but I absolutely will not."
Edward hummed in acknowledgment, nodding once before walking to the other end of the table and pointing to a different side of the map.
"Since that's the case, I won't deceive you. I don't plan to surrender either. But the two of us uniting against the Oli Kingdom still seems precarious; we need to find a powerful ally."
The Governor of Milan looked puzzled at the map of the Osland Kingdom.
"Are you suggesting you have connections with Suleiman? He's considered an enemy across our entire continent. If you get too close to him, you'll be despised by the people."
Edward responded, "Can't help it. Besides, I have another card up my sleeve. Guess who?"
The Governor of Milan's heart skipped a beat.
He already had an inkling of who it might be.
...
Howard, indulging in a jar of whipped cream, couldn't help but praise, "Delicious, but it must be expensive, right?"
Nora responded, "Not really, just 10 silver coins a jar."
"That's pricey, best to eat less next time."
Laurent arrived with the Duke of Savoy's letter of surrender.
Howard, examining the document, burst into laughter, "Hahaha, to annex territory without waging war, had I known such good fortune awaited, who would bother with constant battling?"
Bosiden intended to offer Howard some clarification, but noticing Laurent's unfazed demeanor, as still as an ancient well, decided to hold his tongue.
Laurent harbored no such concerns, aware that Howard's words were merely an expression of delight.
With the Sirei region resolved and Savoy annexed, what remained were the diplomatic issues with Provence and Bretany.
Bretany, having been absorbed by the Fran Kingdom early on, had recently regained its independence.
If Howard wished to counterbalance the Fran Kingdom, forming an alliance with Bretany could be a strategic move.
Such an alliance would caution the Fran Kingdom, restraining its growth by presenting a dilemma.
